Those toes, her hair, that smile. The way she holds her spoon. The way her nose wrinkles as she opens up for a big bite. How she thinks that having a picnic with mommy on the foot of her hospital bed is just as cool as any other picnic around. This little girl, without even knowing, brings me back home. To a place where we have a sense of 'normal' and routine. She is my rock. I sometimes feel guilty when placing such a strong, unbreakable title on such a little person. But the truth is, nothing will change that. She will always be my source of peace. I breath deeply and slowly around her, partly because I know she needs me to be strong and calm, but mostly just because she brings it out of me. Just by being.
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